A mysterious book given to Sylvia by a handsome stranger plunges her into a hidden world, awakening her ability to see a paranormal realm and the Others who live in it. It also makes her a target for the Dark Fae who want the book back—and who will kill her to reclaim it. The stranger, Sebastian, becomes Sylvia’s reluctant defender—but his ability to influence her dreams is almost as dangerous as the fact that he’s a vampire. On the run with Sebastian, Sylvia learns about the plan of Maeve, Queen of the Dark Fae, to eliminate all other paranormal creatures. Possession of the book means that Sylvia is caught in the middle of a war between the Dark Fae and the Others, with a predator as her only ally. If she can decipher the book, will that help the Others to fight for their survival? Should she trust Sebastian? Or does the vampire who ignores all the rules have a secret plan of his own?
Genre: FICTION / Romance / Paranormal / ShiftersThis is a prequel to my DragonFate series of paranormal romances, which would need to be translated and published before Dragon's Kiss was made available in any market. This series features romances with dragon shifter heroes and heroines with powers of their own, trying to ally against the Fae queen's quest to eliminate all shifters. I maintain a separate website, newsletter and Facebook page for my paranormal romances, including this series.
I'd prefer to work with a translator and proofreader team, and would like to find one team to translate the entire series in any given language. This series is in progress.
The only thing of importance was the long stone box that was aligned with one long wall of the cellar. It was under Eithne's own apartment, under her own bed, so that she could listen without entering the cellar.
Not a sound came from within the stone box, which was exactly how it should be. Eithne sighed and ran her hands over it, hesitating before she did what she knew she had to do.
It had been so chaotic the last time. She shook her head, hoped for the best, then lifted the stone lid. Most people would have been surprised to see such a slight older woman showing such physical power, but it wasn’t force that lifted the lid of the sarcophagus.
It was magick.
Magick sparked from the tips of Eithne’s fingers and it sparkled in her hair. It surrounded her with a glow of possibility and it lit the walls of the cellar. It also illuminated the face of the man who was apparently sleeping in the sarcophagus. His breathing was so slow that it was almost non-existent. His pulse was so quiet that it was almost impossible to detect.
He hadn’t aged more than a day since she’d enchanted him. She was well aware that she looked older and wondered how he would respond to his first sight of her in over two millennia.
And he was just as handsome as he’d been when she first met him, so many many centuries before. His hair was dark and a little long. His features were chiseled perfection—Eithne particularly admired his aquiline nose. His lips were firm but full. He looked like he was smiling, as if his dreams were sweet. She knew he was a good foot taller than her and a lot broader, all muscled strength and grace, just as a dragon shifter should be.
She bent her knee and bowed her head, touching his hand only briefly. His eyelids fluttered, giving her a glimpse of the clear green of his eyes.
“Your majesty,” she said softly. “It is time to rise.”
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Italian
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Already translated.
Translated by Chiara Vitali and Alessandra Maffioli
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Bianca Stracquadanio
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Majo Dominguez
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